A.N- Hey! Omg how adorable were the Brallie scenes last night? Callie going to Brandon and having that talk in his bedroom, Callie telling people how good of a musician Brandon is, Callie hanging onto his arm oooh and not to mention Callie getting jealous when she saw how Brandon was looking at Lou! I have hope for them, I know they're endgame but in television they always create a shit load of obstacles ugh but Jake T Austin said that us Brallie shippers we'll be very pleased with the season finale (I assume the 2A finale as that's all they've filmed so far) and I'm pretty damn excited ahhh :)

Anyways, this is a new story. Duh. I'm not sure how long it's going to be yet. It might be six chapters, it might be sixteen, who knows? I most certainly don't lol. I hope you guys like it, please let me know what you think, your input means a lot! Enjoy :)

It's weird... kissing his girlfriend, it feels weird. Of course it's enjoyable but it doesn't feel quite right. It doesn't compare to the taste of her. He leaves her at her front door and promises to call her tomorrow, she'd invited him in but he declined. She understood, of course she did, she knew everything before they got involved, he'd told her all about him and her. He can't help but feel guilty though, he had a beautiful girlfriend and he cared about her, he did but it wasn't enough. She wasn't her.

As soon as he gets home he races up the stairs hoping to avoid her, unbeknownst to him the only people home besides himself are his moms and Jude. It's only 9pm, he's already eaten and so he politely declines his moms' offer of eating takeaway pizza with them and Jude. He probably could've eaten it, he's a teenage guy after all, he has a never ending pit of a stomach but he didn't want to be downstairs when she came home. It's kind of sad that he avoids her in their own house but there lays the problem, he can't escape her because they live in the same place. How is he supposed to move on when wherever he looks she's always there? He doesn't know but he wouldn't want to know anyway, he doesn't really want to move on, he doesn't want to let her go. Brandon wants to have hope even though the chances of a reunion with Callie one day are pretty slim.

His phone buzzes on his bedside table and he reaches for it as he know it'll be a message from Lou. He feels guilty for not wanting to bother reading it, god she deserves better. Brandon is a good boyfriend, he knows that but he doesn't feel like he is because of the thoughts he has when they're together like how when she smiles it doesn't give him butterflies in his stomach like it would when Callie would smile at him or how she pales in comparison to Callie, that Callie is more beautiful inside and out than his own girlfriend. It's horrible, he knows it, but he can't help it. She's not her and he's trying his best to convince himself that it doesn't matter but it does... it really does. "She's not you." He mumbles to himself, glancing at a picture of Callie on his phone.

The hours quickly pass by and at 2am he feels the urge to reach out for his phone, he grabs it off his bedside table and battles with himself whether or not he should continue with what he was about to starts typing, 'I hate this. I hate it so fucking much. I miss you.', but he doesn't hit send. Brandon takes a deep breath and remembers what she'd told him before.
"I need time alone, away from you. We can't keep doing this. I can't do this. You need to let me go, Brandon."
He replays that conversation over and over again in his head until he drifts off to sleep again, thankful for the escape that his dreams provide him with. A place where everything is perfect, a place where they can be together, a place much better than his reality.

He wakes up later than normal in the morning but the first thing he does is check his phone, he has two new text messages. One from his girlfriend and one from her. He can't help the flutter in his chest as he reads her name. Brandon neglects the message from his girlfriend and opens the one from Callie.
'I don't know if you're awake yet but everyone else is out already for the day, so it's just us... I guess? I need to talk to you. Text me when you're up.'
His mind is going into overdrive at the simple thought of being alone in the same house as her, the thought that she needs to talk to him, about what? He doesn't know but right now he doesn't care. All that matters to him in this very moment is that they'll be having an actual proper conversation for the first time in god knows how long.
'Had a late night, otherwise would've been up earlier. Sorry. We can talk now, my room or?'
He hit send and waited for a reply but one never came, he could hear the opening of a door and footsteps and then before he knew it there was a knock on his door and immediately he said, "Come in."

Brandon can tell she's nervous as she walks in even before she says a single word to him. He can see it in her eyes, in the way she's fiddling with her hair, even the way she's walking towards him, he just knows her. She stays silent as she takes a seat next to him on his bed, the silence isn't awkward in the slightest but it adds to his nerves. Unable to stand the silence for a second longer, he opens his mouth to speak but Callie beats him to it. "Hey." She says, her voice slightly shaky due to her nerves.

He turns his head so he's facing her, drawing in a quick breath before he responds. "Hey yourself, Cal."

She smiles in response, all her nerves washed away at the sight of his adorable half smile. Callie hated to admit that she'd missed seeing it these past few months, of course she'd seen it but it was never aimed at her, it was a smile reserved for his new girlfriend but not any longer it seems and she can't deny the joy that fact brings her. "I've missed you." She blurts out.

Brandon feels an overwhelming sense of love and joy as soon as the words left Callie's mouth. She's missed him? Oh, how he wished he knew this before. "I missed you, too. I still do."

Callie smiles sadly at him, "I know. I'm sorry."

He shakes his head fiercely. "Don't apologize, not to me. Okay? I understand. I do."

She opens her mouth to protest but the words don't come out, she knows what she wants to stay and she can feel the words brimming on the tip of her tongue but can't bring herself to say them. He notices, she knows that, of course he does. She swears that maybe he even knows her better than she knows herself. Callie thinks of the first time they met, the first time they played together in his room, the first time they hugged, the first time she opened up to him, the time he gave her his guitar to keep, the first and only time she told him she loved him and she doesn't even notice at first that she's crying until he pulls her towards him. She lets herself fall into him, her head buried into his t-shirt and unable to stop the tears flowing as she listens to him whispering words of comfort. So sweet, so kind, so loving, this was the guy she loved and she couldn't help but feel like she didn't deserve him. Callie lifts her head up so she can look him in the eyes and before she can even speak he's wiping the last tear away with his thumb. She says nothing and neither does he, instead he leans forward and softly places a kiss on her forehead. "You're beautiful." He mumbles. "Don't cry, okay? Just talk to me."

She smiles, genuinely smiles at him and he feels as if he could burst from the happiness he was feeling right now. God, how he loved her smile. "I don't even know why I cried, I couldn't help myself. I just need a distraction from life, ya know? Want to spend the afternoon with me?"

Brandon hesitates before answering, he knows he's supposed to do something with Lou today, he promised her but this is Callie. The girl he is still madly in love with needs him and he can't let her down, he won't. "I'd love to spend the day with you, Cal." He flashes her a big goofy smile and when she giggles he knows he'd always put her first, before anyone or anything, even himself.